Thursday, March 07, 2013

Rae Armantrout, Just Saying

COLD

What does it take

to stay warm?

Fire in a cage,

gnawing on wood,

throwing sprite

after sprite

off

to extinction.

Each baby’s soul

is cute

in the same way.

Rapt attention

on a stalk,

surprised by thirst.

“What might be said // to writhe //
professionally // as the days // nod and wink.” writes Rae Armantrout, in the
title poem to her new collection Just Saying (Middletown CT: Wesleyan University Press, 2013). Author of a dozen
trade books, San Diego poet Rae Armantrout is a master of the abridged,
condensed, packed line, composing poems that appear incredibly simple, and yet,
contain multitudes. Over the course of her career, Armantrout has the rare
ability to write to the pure essence of complex ideas, boiled down into short,
basic phrases.

Armantrout writes direct statements as punctuation,
assembling statements, fragments and other lines in such a way to give her
poetry the impression of existing as a single, extended work. “We will
understand each other / perfectly.” she writes, in “My Apocalypse,” later
writing in the poem “Entry”: “Children prefer counterfactuals.” These lines
might not connect through direct meaning, but through the self-contained
quality of each, her remarkable cadence, and how she structures her poems out
of a series of small, linked moments, each of which link up with each other
into the structure of the book. Her poems fit entirely into and against each
other, akin to the poetry of American poet Fanny Howe or the late Alberta poet Robert Kroetsch.

CIRCULATING

See something, say something.

Jotting in a notebook.

Carrying oneself

in a defensive posture.

Pausing before shop windows.

Half-hearted

self-surveillance.

Say something.

“Purpose-driven.”

“Normal circulation pattern.”

Rate monitor.

Jotting in a notebook.

Where Money Shot [see my review of such here] referenced the American financial crises, Just Saying explores the complex nature of the American economy,
both financial and through a particular kind of shorthand that she composes
nearly as a series of notes. As she writes to open the poem “Instead”: “To each
his own / severance package. // The Inca / hacked large stones / into the
shapes of / nearby peaks.” Armantrout’s is a poetry grounded very much in her
real and immediate world, while making connections to something far larger and
far greater than itself.